Blood rushin' to my head like coalPlains on my mind like shadePlanes on my mind like stageStays for a while like fadesFades to the block like JsWaitin' from behind like KsMade it from behind like AIDSMade it to the map like WazeTake it to the trap like mazeCan't take you back like traysBae shake it in my leather jacket, Jonah'Cause you're havin' seizures, JesusWhat's a nonbeliever to a preacher?This is ain't the kind of rap the opps and the thots likeTold Trak put the bat back on the spotlightCartagena, serve snacks at the cockfight (realest)Need new batteries for the Glock lights (realest)Put the mix on the oil 'til it lock tight (realest)'Cause they gave it to all the young niggasDrogas dedicated to all the drug dealersFind out how, now ya'll gon' come kill usTry Containment Unit, the walls, they can't fit usWho the Ghostbusters gon' call to come get us?

Ayy, over-D off of thisBut baby, don't die 'til the dopamine hit, yoAyy, this one ain't for Billbo'You can stream the album on Silk RoadDrug rings for more doughSo they baggin' like BilboJackin' like Jill for a pill at the Hollywood Hills, thoughFamous dritterI want my name all lit upAnd leave out the world how I came, in the clearOver-D off of thisBut don't fall asleep 'til the dopamine hit, hey

Big watch, big watch, you can see itLot of diamonds in the Cartier'Less I'm thinkin' 'bout the money, I can't concentrateDon't talk if you ain't ball enough to commentate, yeahThat's a Super Bowl every time I contemplateLimited edition, bitchesI'm just livin' off the interestI don't really care about niggasDenzel put the money in the bandosFor the esés, shower posse with the SKsFor the haters that be hatin' on the HefesHalf-naked hoes, they be dressin' just like X-raysRated, all the way through, don't like nothin' play thisSimps think they got cool, I'm just stickin' to the basics

This-this-this-this-this-this-this...This one ain't for Billbo'You can stream the album on Silk RoadDrug rings for more doughSo they baggin' like BilboJackin' like Jill for a pill at the Hollywood Hills, thoughFamous dritterI want my name all lit upAnd leave out the world how I came, in the clearOver-D off of thisBut don't fall asleep 'til the dopamine hit, hey

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